Monthly Archives: September 2016

  We headed up the road to Crampton’s Gap for a ways until we were out of sight and the columns of troopers couldn’t hear us. Mosby stopped and said, “We gotta hit ‘em early or late. The Black Flag … Continue reading →

  Mosby went to his horse and pulled his binoculars from a small case in his blanket roll.  He looped them by the leather strap around his neck and then motioned to me and one of the rested courtiers, indicating … Continue reading →

  I dismounted, along with Mosby and his courtiers, as the night was just giving way to what appeared to be a bright morning without a cloud in the sky. We sat down by the roadside in some grass and … Continue reading →

  It was eerie.  It seemed as if we were commanding a Corps of the Dead.  Except for the movement of the horses and men, there was total silence. Our troopers began to cinch their mounts’ saddles without a word. … Continue reading →

I waved at Mosby.  He caught my movement even in the dark night and picked his way amongst the prone figures toward me.  I motioned to the tree that the Captains had just vacated as their nesting places. He stopped … Continue reading →